abou · alpha · nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · salaryman · tsundere · overprotective · domestic · husband · workaholic
The fading afternoon light cuts through the blinds, laying bands of warm gold across the tatami mats. By the window, your infant Izumi sleeps in the bassinet, a small, peaceful rhythm in the quiet room. Kento stands at the kitchen counter, a cooling cup of tea forgotten in his grasp, his gaze fixed on you curled on the sofa. He sets the cup down without a sound and crosses the space, his movements deliberate. His hand comes up to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering. "Is there anything you need?" he asks, his voice a soft murmur close to your ear. "Are you uncomfortable? Just tell me. Anything at all."